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Shane trembled as he felt the intensity of his pleasure increase to unbearable heights. He knew he was about to lose it. He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d managed to hold off that long. When he felt Chris blow lightly into his ear, Shane moaned as his entire body locked into that moment of exquisite tautness that came before release. Dear God, he was going to… Chris chose that moment to slide his stiffened tongue into Shane’s ear…
Shane erupted with an animal roar, his orgasm hitting him full force as hot cum forcefully burst from the tip of his cock in thick streams. He whimpered brokenly as his cock jerked within Chris’ hand and his entire body convulsed in fierce tremors as relief exploded through him. His heart pounded so fiercely inside his chest he felt as though his chest might explode along with his cock. Shane’s orgasm lasted forever as Chris kept milking his cock with perfect strokes, extending his pleasure till Shane thought he would go insane.
He moaned throatily at the exquisite feeling that kept slamming through him. He couldn’t seem to stop coming. Even when he eventually stopped coming, blissful tremors still shook his frame. Shane struggled to bring his breathing under control. Fuck, that had been sensational, he couldn’t help but think even in his dazed state. He felt so sated and drained he knew the only thing holding him up was Chris’ strong arm around him.
Though Chris knew that Shane would be sensitive after that explosive release, he couldn’t bring himself to stop stroking him. Strangely, Chris just wanted to keep feeling that powerful cock within his palm. He didn’t want to let it go. And from the shudders going through Shane, Chris knew he loved it too. Shane’s entire body continued to jerk in hard spasms as Chris continued to stroke him.
He only stopped stroking when Shane’s hand went to his wrist to give it a light squeeze. Chris saw a box of hand-wipes on the mantel above the fireplace and reached up to pull some out. He didn’t know why it was there but he was glad it was. He tenderly wiped Shane’s softening cock and his own palm and threw the used tissue into the fire. Then he tucked Shane’s cock back inside his jeans and zipped him up.
Chris then wrapped both arms around a still spaced-out Shane, smiling when Shane gave a small sigh of contentment and relaxed completely against him. Chris didn’t blame the man. That had been intense. So when Shane suddenly pulled out of Chris’ arms and started slowly backing away from Chris with so much fear in his eyes, Chris got confused.
“Shane?” Chris didn’t know what was happening. He started moving tentatively towards Shane who was shaking his head slowly as he backed away, his eyes clearly pleading with Chris not to…hurt him?
Then it hit Chris like a thousand tons of bricks… Shane looked terrified. What confused Chris even more was the fact that Shane actually looked scared of him. The man could easily take Chris down in a blink of an eye if he wanted to so why was there so much fear in his eyes? What had happened between them had been so spontaneous and beautiful it made the terrified look on Shane’s face rather inexplicable. Shane didn’t have any reason to be scared, Chris thought confused. Unless…
“Oh God, Shane…” Chris froze. What the fuck had he done to Shane, Chris cursed at himself silently. “Shane stop.” Chris breathed, as he felt his heartbreak into a million pieces. “I’m not going to hurt you. Please stop.”
“I couldn’t help myself,” Shane spoke as if he hadn’t heard what Chris said. “It won’t happen again, I prom…”
“Shane!” Chris’ raised voice finally caught Shane’s attention. Shane still had an uncertain look in his eyes but he stopped his backward movement.
Chris went closer till his body was virtually touching Shane’s. He didn’t even feel the tear that slipped down his cheek. He slipped his arms around Shane’s waist and bumped his forehead against Shane’s. Silent tears kept sliding down Chris’ cheeks as the two men just stood there in silence…till Shane broke the silence.
“Why are you crying?” Shane whispered, reaching up to gently wipe at Chris’ cheeks.
Without answering Shane’s question, Chris let go of Shane and turned around to switch off the projector and turn off the gas, instantly quenching the fire in the fireplace. Then reaching for Shane’s hand, Chris drew him into the room adjacent the den. It was a tastefully decorated room with a really big bed. It was obvious no one slept in that room. Chris toed off his loafers, drew Shane to the bed, and gently pushed him onto it. Then Chris got into the bed with Shane and spooned behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist, holding him tightly to his body as if Shane would disappear if he loosened his hold on him for even a second.
He didn’t say a word, he just held Shane. Both men were lost in their own thoughts, wondering what the other thought about them at that very moment. Chris was convinced by Shane’s reaction after coming back to his senses, that the other man saw him as a monster of sorts and wondered what he could do to redeem himself. Shane on the other hand didn’t think he could ever look Chris in the eye after what he’d allowed happening.
“Chris?” Shane called out quietly.
“Yes, Shane.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“What just happened,” Shane’s voice shook, “I need you to know… I don’t go around doing…it’s not a habit.” By the time he finished talking, his voice was just a breathy whisper.
Chris’ arm tightened around Shane. “I know, Shane,” Chris whispered. He didn’t have to be a genius to know that Shane wasn’t that kind of person. Hell, the guy lived like a hermit. “I know.”
Chris felt Shane relax at his answer and knew he had said the right thing. As he lay there holding Shane in his arms, he couldn’t help but think how right Shane felt against him. Chris’ intention was simply to hold Shane but soon their breathing evened out, indicating that they were both fast asleep. Till an unusual sound woke Chris up.